Meta The Rat looked at the cursed ruler in his hands and felt unstable.
He walked over to the window and reflected on his deserted surroundings. He had always loved grand Madrid with its rare, rapid rivers. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel unstable.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of ssaannttoo FuzzButt. ssaannttoo was a rude lover with charming ankles and scrawny fingers.
Meta gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a patient, patient, whiskey drinker with brown ankles and ample fingers. His friends saw him as a plain, pickled painter. Once, he had even helped an inexpensive toddler recover from a flying accident.
But not even a patient person who had once helped an inexpensive toddler recover from a flying accident, was prepared for what ssaannttoo had in store today.
The sun shone like partying toads, making Meta worried.
As Meta stepped outside and ssaannttoo came closer, he could see the tan glint in his eye.
"I am here because I want friendo," ssaannttoo bellowed, in a cowardly tone. He slammed his fist against Meta's chest, with the force of 4822 owls. "I frigging love you, Meta The Rat."
Meta looked back, even more worried and still fingering the cursed ruler. "ssaannttoo, eat my shorts," he replied.
They looked at each other with anxious feelings, like two magnificent, moaning mice loving at a very deranged Valentine's meal, which had drum and bass music playing in the background and two hilarious uncles partying to the beat.
Meta studied ssaannttoo's charming ankles and scrawny fingers. Eventually, he took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, but I can't give you friendo," he explained, in pitying tones.
ssaannttoo looked irritable, his body raw like a nice, numerous newspaper.
Meta could actually hear ssaannttoo's body shatter into 4053 pieces. Then the rude lover hurried away into the distance.
Not even a glass of whiskey would calm Meta's nerves tonight.
THE END
